Horny Hermione – Caught

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the “Harry Potter” characters. These stories are strictly for ‘entertainment’ purposes. Don’t sue me, I have no money.

WARNING: These stories are just fantasies but we’ll be dealing with mind-control, non-consent, public sex, and whatever else I want to right. Heed any warnings I put up. I’ll try to make each story in the series a stand-alone so if you don’t like something happening in it, you can just go to the next series. I will be altering facts to suit my purpose. This is Hermione’s 7th year. Book 7 hasn’t happened. So they’re all at the school. McGonagall is headmistress, Snape teaches DADA and was never seen killing Dumbledore, etc, etc, etc. Hermione is 17 years old in this and she’ll always be with older men, Lucius, teachers, etc. If that’s not what you’re looking for, this isn’t the story for you.

Coupling: Hermione/Filch

There is some mild bondage and spanking.

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Hermione had done her best dressing. She’d had no choice but to dawn her uniform with its skirt, button up top and skirt. Her jeans were too tight now with her newly rounded ass, even the skirt was a good few inches too short now. The button-up blouse gapped over her breasts and her bras didn’t fit at all, so her sensitive nipples stuck out from under the silky material. Yet still, it hid them better than her t-shirts which fit more like babydoll tees now.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she sighed sadly. She looked like a porn star. It didn’t help that her lips had darkened in color to a natural red.

Picking up her school cloak, wishing with all her might she had Harry’s invisibility one, she clasped it around her shoulder and let it fall over her. It didn’t close completely around her but it hid her body better than anything else.

Grabbing the Orchid, hoping it wouldn’t awaken again even as her pussy tingled at the idea, and rushed out of her room, down the stairs and through the portrait hole of Gryffindor Tower.

The Fat Lady was asleep. The hall was quiet. Hermione felt very exposed as she rushed through the dark hallway, her Maryjane’s clicking on the stone floor. While she hated breaking the rules and being out after hours, surly they could understand this was an emergency. She had to get this orchid to Professor Sprout and have her remove… what it had done.

Listening to her cloak switch around her, brushing against her bare legs, she couldn’t help but feel like she was heading toward a midnight tryst. Why did that turn her on so much? What had this plant done to her?

She’d made it all the way to the third floor when she felt strong, bony fingers bit into her arm, jerking her back against a wall. She almost dropped the orchid.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” the high pitch, oily voice of Argus Filch, Hogwarts’ Caretaker and all around fowl man.